Sparks from the dry-twig-and-gasoline bonfire dance through the night sky and up to the heavens with the silver moon, as the set of well worn and dearly loved six strings sing together a tune of home and love in perfect unison. The sparks make their way upward, and blend in with the silver twinkling stars. The soft summer air gently brushes the skin, and embraces the night children in everlasting warm hugs.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
